Looking down the kiln line from atop the furnaces.
Vines are finding their way into the roundhouse.
The last batch of molded metal stuck in the chute, this metallurgical furnace was falling apart brick by disintegrating brick b the time I got to it. On the upper floors there is a sophisticated network of vents and chimneys to make these little furnaces as hot as possible.
The holes were for men to poke reluctant ore with long poles, with the hope that a lucky jab would let the load slide down into the boat below. Now they’re just traps.
Wind blew taconite dust against the walls of these suspended control room, making even the glass appear to rust.
The end of the heating line allowed glass to cool slowly, and thus be stronger.
I believe these hooks were meant for hanging filters to dry.
The elevator is stuck between floors.
This little curled yellow thing is one of the last hints that this adobe building was lived in.